#like literally just pals. perplexing

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𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. + 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 '𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓' 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘

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synopsis. since the moment that Ghost laid eyes on you, he has sworn to be smitten. too bad you are Soap's girl.

pairing. simon “ghost” riley x reader , johnny “soap” mactavish x reader

genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, pwp, porn with plot, smut, hard pinning, semi public sex, sub!ghost, power kink, degradation kink, mommy issues, voice kink, humiliation, i know nothing about COD just here for my masked meow meow | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Simon was no saint: sure, he credited himself for being a morally "sometimes" correct person with pretty decent values. 

That alone should have been enough to build a platform on top of the truly irrational thoughts that would swirl in his thick skull and had only gotten worse since the day he joined the forces. 

He had blamed his rough upbringing for a lot of things since the day he was born, but being as touched deprived as he was now was definitely one of the things he could check at the top of his list as the cause of his crippling mommy issues, and boy was your appearance only adding fuel to the fire.

Being deployed was something he had just gotten used to, the feeling of never really settling down and always being on guard, and being used to having eyes at the back of his head.

But there was one thing Simon could never quite figure out, something that seemed to come naturally to his charming pal Johnny, and that was women.

When Soap had first hinted to Ghost about him being in a two-year relationship so suddenly out of the blue a few months before you even managed to show your face. It was like playing a perplexing game of Where's Waldo to piece together the mystery woman about whom his partner was making risque jokes in their conversations.

At first, Simon just wanted to throw in the towel and was entirely convinced that you were just a figment of the soldier's imagination, not that he would blame him.

Simon understood that the battlefield is a pretty lonely place and wouldn't judge his friend for losing a couple of marbles along the way, but if Johnny was losing some of his rockers, he wouldn’t prefer the delusion to continue on for too long.

Before he could step in and pull the plug, your official appearance had almost knocked the wind from his chest like a brick straight to the heart. 

Throughout the period that you were just a pieced-together image from the shitty descriptive words Johnny had used to describe you, Simon almost stumbled the moment he had laid eyes on you. 

Perhaps it was because he hadn't had the opportunity to fully look at a woman in the way he was able to look at you, but words couldn't describe how your features had him struggling to tear his gaze away.

Luckily, his broadening and usually quiet demeanor were enough to cover up his pure awkwardness during your first introduction. 

Struggling to form a normal question or even his name, Johnny introduces him with a dismissive pat on the shoulder before moving on and rounding up the rest of the team.

Since this, your appearance has been like a plague to him, like an infection burning under his skin, blurring the line between what is wrong and what is right.

If anything, you seemed to want to spread the infection even further from the way you would always try to joke with him, how you were always the only one to get handsy with him when talking, how you would always stand up for him when Soap would do his usual teasing, how your voice would always turn soft when you spoke to him, and despite all of that, you had still been in a loving relationship with Johnny, and yet Simon just couldn't shake you from his head.

You had him so smitten, like a stray puppy just looking for some sort of attention, and your mere existence was the bone of his dreams (literally and figuratively). 

You had him staying up late at night with his makeshift mattress and a bundle of blankets to form the most comfortable cot he could build out in the middle of some country he had forgotten the name of.

Night had fallen, and the team decided it would be best to set up camp not far from the target's resting place in a nearby cleared-out lot. 

Most people would have been thrilled to get a few extra hours of sleep to unwind after all the violence, but for Simon, those quiet moments were the fucking worst, and his erection, straining against his pants, begging for any ounce of attention as it pulsed against his briefs, only proved his point later on. 

As everyone parted ways, not too far but not too close, Simon thought that he had spread out just enough away from everyone, alone in an empty room, to spread out and attempt to find his comfort against the rough hardwood flooring, but the moment he had heard the shuffle next door, his body was as still as a board.

Apparently, Simon wasn’t the only one looking for some alone time for the night.

The noises coming from the other side of the room that you and Johnny had occupied left Simon feeling like he was standing right there next to you as you two went at it.

He could only guess that you were pressed against the wall and being lifted into some sort of position that had you whimpering out Johnny's name and moaning out how big he felt inside of you and whimpering about how good he felt.

Simon would remember how he sat against the wall, listening to every moan and plea of pleasure that came from your mouth. 

Simon knew that he was in dangerous territory the moment his fingers crept past the waistband of his pants and dipped into his underwear to relieve the growing problem tenting in his pants.

It was wrong to imagine fucking your best friend's fucking hot girlfriend, but in his defense, you just sounded so sweet, begging for dick. 

Simon was just convinced it was like you wanted him to hear those sweet little whines.

His hips bucked in at the brush of his cold fingers wrapping around his hilt. 

The sensation, paired with the sound of your hiccuping moans, sent a jolt of pleasure through his senses. 

All he could hear was you as his hand fell in the humiliating action of jerking himself off.

His breath caught in his throat as his head slouched against the wall with a small thump, his heart skipping a beat at the noise but quickly ignored it as your sounds didn't seem to stop, reminding him that you were probably too busy getting your brains fucked out to listen to every little sound. 

If anything, just the sheer realization sparked Simon to want to be louder—the thought of wanting to push that bar as far as he possibly could to the point where you would catch him in the act of pleasuring himself from the sound of your voice alone.

The thought of you punishing him for doing something so wrong—for touching himself without your permission—is terrifyingly arousing.

At the image, he let out a gasp, his mouth open, his eyes squeezed shut, and his hand quickened as he fisted his hands tighter at the scenarios of you controlling him, leaving him strung onto every command. 

As your pleas became less and less audible, the bliss grew stronger and stronger.

Simon wanted to get familiar with the sound, with the noise of your orgasm creeping just around the corner.

As he could only make do with his hand, he imagined the feeling of being inside of you, the warmth of your walls, and as he brought himself closer to his own edge, the thick ribbons of cum shot from him with a grunt that followed just after yours.

The post-nut clarity left him catching his breath, yanking his mess-covered hand out of the front of his pants, and staring at everything that had unfolded with a hard, annoyed grunt.

God how he wished that he could have you.

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[littleguyconnor]

Hhhhhhhokay I. Listen. Pal. I want to seriously look into this phenomenon because it genuinely PERPLEXES me. I have read every comic Medic is in over again. I have seen Meet the Medic more times than is normal. And with presumably the same resources and media everyone else has consumed, I’ve come to the conclusion that Medic is Not Manipulative And Mean. So where. WHERE DOES THE IDEA THAT HE IS COME FROM. We get multiple examples of characters that ARE manipulative, and who ARE mean, and NONE of their personality traits and actions line up with anything Medic has said or done to his friends. You can literally see that in the comics. I don’t know how else I can emphasize this point. I really feel like saying “just Read It” but clearly, these people have and just… I don’t know… I don’t know. I guess. Just ignored it? I genuinely don’t understand how you can get to that idea from what’s given. I Don’t Understand and it’s so frustrating to me. It’s right there!!! LOOK!!! You know I think what it is, or at least the only thing that makes logical sense to me, is that these opinions come from people who don’t really care for Medic that much in the first place and therefore don’t take the time to analyze his character. Either that, or they think he’s a nazi. Like genuinely.

#tf2 #medic tf2 #I think I am LOSING IT #Grghhhhraggrhh grrrh herhbvvb

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In The Summertime

a song-titled/inspired Welcome Home one shot (also on AO3)

featuring: Wally Darling, Julie Joyful, Barnaby B. Beagle, Frank Frankly, Poppy Partridge, Howdy Pillar, Home

wordcount: 726

my other WH fics!

It's yet another sunny day in the Neighborhood, and the warm weather has brought some plans to Barnaby's mind!

"You look like a neighbor on a mission!" Julie remarks when he passes her path, deciding with a hop, skip, and a jump to join him. "What are you doing, pal?"

"I'd like to spend the day at the beach!" Barnaby answers, shifting his sun umbrella and folded chairs under his arm. The rainbow monster beside him squeals with excitement. "I'm going to check on Wally to see if he'll come too, he's been in Home for a long while now."

"You're right…" Julie hums thoughtfully. Why, she can't quite remember the last time the three of them spent a day together. It's been far too long, she decides, making it her own mission to get Wally out of Home. "I'll run ahead and ask him!"

With that, Barnaby is well and truly left in the dust.

"I'm sleeping," Wally announces from his bed for the umpteenth time this morning, staring up to the ceiling. "I'm sleeping, I'm sleeping…"

A sudden bout of loud knocking on Home's front door, makes him blink, sit up. Does knocking hurt home?

Watching the door open up, Julie does her darnedest not to seem too perplexed by the sight of the Wally she's met with. Still in his pyjamas, hair a mess… He's certainly looked better. But like a good neighbor, she keeps these thoughts to herself.

"Barnaby's coming to ask you to the beach, Wally." She informs cheerily, hands held behind her back.

"Oh," Now, there's a thought! That… is very quickly interrupted by a faint whistling somewhere further in Home. "I don't think I can come, Julie. Sick. Cough, ahem." Yes, he literally says the word 'cough', professional deceiver over here.

Julie isn't buying it, eyes narrowing as she tilts her head, foot tapping impatiently. Have her horns always been so sharp and pointy? "Your best buddy went out of his way to ask you in person," Her words indicate patience but her tone… doesn't. Wally's head hurts. "You're going to the beach."

Even Home stills and silences with this shift in energy.

"Oh dear, I wouldn't want to be a bad neighbor to my best friend…" Wally stresses, looking over his shoulder. Home will have to forgive his absence today; He has been neglecting his friends as of late, hasn't he? "Maybe the fresh air will help me! With my, cough, sickness."

"That's the spirit!" Julie cheers, hands thrown up in celebration before she drags Wally into a hug. "You get ready and I'll wrangle up the others, we're going to have a great day!"

In what feels like the blink of an eye, Wally finds himself knelt in the sand and in the middle of making little towers of wet sand.

Grimacing just a touch at the texture, much too strange and gritty, he's quick to rinse off his hands in the small hole of water he finds beside himself— Did he make that too?

"I don't feel better." He announces to the water, before looking around to find— Yes, every neighbor going about their own activities, Home visible in the distance. Watching.

From under his umbrella, Frank glances over. Frowning, as usual, but an undoubtedly concerned furrow in his brow.

"What's that, sweetheart?" Poppy coos from behind Wally, long neck extending down to meet his much shorter height.

"Hometime." Wally swallows, arms raising in request of uppies— Swiftly finding him bundled up in gentle feathered wings. "Losing time."

Bumbling over, Barnaby rests a paw on his friends forehead. "He does feel warm."

"It's a warm day." There's Howdy, fanning himself off. A much easier task to accomplish with so many hands, of course. "Maybe he needs a drink!"

Shaking his head, Wally covers his ears and shuts his eyes tight. "Home." And that way he stays, until he feels a sensation of relief washing over him.

When he opens his eyes again, he does indeed find himself home, not another neighbour in sight. More time lost, more unexplainable changes, but he still feels better. That's all he can focus on right now.

"Back to bed, I think. Maybe I wasn't acting after all about being sick," Wally muses to himself and to Home, grasp unsteady on the railing as he heads up stairs. "Ha, ha, ha."

#welcome home fic #my writing #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #julie joyful #frank frankly #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #dissociation #time loss #losing time #dependency on home #derealisation but… not? #it would be more accurate to say realisation in this case #but aspects still apply

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mildly objectionable men (Prime Factors, s1 e10)

An (inverted) Prime Directive episode! Hurrah, but also oh dear, I shall be forced to articulate an opinion about the Prime Directive. We'll see how that shakes out.

I see "Prime Factors" as a sister episode to "Eye of the Needle." For the second time, our intrepid voyagers encounter a possible shortcut to the Alpha Quadrant. Here our source material is not Gilligan's Island but The Odyssey, with the Sikarians figuring as Lotos Eaters whose cultural values are anathema to Janeway's Starfleet principles. Unlike "Eye of the Needle," where representatives of two warring societies find common ground but are thwarted by material realities, Voyager and Sikaris clash in fundamental ways, leading to the breakdown of diplomatic and crew relationships. It's a fun little tale of political intrigue that ends with a literal bang.

Before we get into it, I must voice my complaints about the cold open, in which the breakdown of Starfleet v. Maquis distinctions is prefigured by hot goss about the "Delaney Sisters," who can apparently be dated as a pair, because that is extremely normal. As a bonus, Jenny Delaney is slut-shamed for being "voracious" and accidentally pushing Harry out of a gondola (which to be fair is a funny image).

Why is this show so awkward and adolescent in its treatment of romance and dating? I am so embarrassed for the grown men who wrote this script. Like, clearly this is all supposed to be cute and jokey, but it's predicated on the fantasy of sexy twin ladies who could never exist, no one behaves like that. If it is indeed a whole-cloth fantasy, then our heroes are just weirdo creeps who enjoy objectifying women because they happen to be hot twins. Ahhhh it's so bad.

It's also weird because this episode features two fairly compelling male-female relationships. Political philosophy and shore leave - let's talk about it!

Harry get a little frisson of romance in this episode, leading to the discovery of the Sikarian tech that might be their ticket home. It's slight but cute; Harry has strong band kid energy while Eudana exudes theater kid; together they resemble high school seniors who have snuck off after a performance of Into the Woods to talk about poetry and awkwardly make out behind the auditorium. (Alas, their love won't survive graduation - he's got a full ride to the state university while she's off to Wesleyan.)

Meanwhile Janeway has her weird diplomatic two-step with Gath, who brings an apt European perviness to their interactions. When they're hanging out on Sikaris, we get to see Janeway in street clothes for the second time - a very cute nineties-church-lady jumper and softened hairdo with little ear tendrils. It's the first time we've seen her in a casual social situation, and it's extremely winning.

I'm a little perplexed by her interactions with Gath. My read is that, at first, she enjoys pal-ing around with him in a totally nonsexual, captain/planetary official way, as she seems truly put out whenever he gets flirtatious or grabby. It's well-acted on both sides - we've all known that guy - but there's a lack of calculation on Janeway's part that feels a little off. Not to get all captain-blaming, but Janeway seems like someone who would see Gath's boundary-pushing a mile off and be a lot more strategic about their interactions. There's a willingness to trust here that I personally find hard to relate to! Perhaps we can chalk this up to a lack of toxic masculinity on 24th-century Earth, but there is so much toxic masculinity elsewhere in this franchise that I find this a dubious thesis. I dunno. On some level Janeway's behavior is actually very well-adjusted but I gotta wonder if a female writer would have produced this script.

Gath won't give up the tech, so a conspiracy is hatched to trade covertly for it and Tuvok gets involved, reading Janeway's reluctance as an analog to "Will no one rid me of this troublesome priest?" It's fun to see a Starfleet-Maquis alliance and a growing political consciousness among the crew (even if it gets shot down hard in this episode).

So, politics. I should say first that I think the Prime Directive is probably a good idea. If Starfleet is going to swan around being Bad Anthropologists, they sure as heck had better not be colonizers. That said, there is some very weird logic baked into the Prime Directive - the idea that civilizations evolve in a linear fashion and that only "lesser" civilizations are susceptible to meaningful interference, which is hot garbage. The Prime Directive works better if formulated as, "Let's stay no-contact unless we are both riding around in starships and can't avoid each other; too much damage has been done in the past."

Of course, this episode is not about the Prime Directive. It is about being a guest and following the rules of your host. That the Sikarians' rule resembles the Prime Directive is interesting - the Federation is happy to hoover up other peoples' cultural and technological knowledge with minimal concern about their own "natural development" being disrupted. Still, it's not really central to the episode; Janeway seems inclined to follow the Sikarians' laws regardless of whether she agrees with them.

Politically, it makes sense to follow other peoples' laws, because it is polite, and helps build relationships, and makes it more likely that they will follow your rules in turn. For Voyager, little of this applies as they are travelers and, in the majority of cases, are not intending to develop lasting relationships.

For her part, Janeway seems to think that the question of following her host's laws is an ethical question, which drives me bonkers. Laws and governments are not inherently good! Why should Voyager side with the "legitimate" government rather than with a citizen who wants to defy its rules? There are pragmatic reasons to do so, but to privilege systems of power that you never consented to is deeply illogical (and not terribly consistent with Voyager's behavior over the next season or two). Either Janeway is more concerned about the report she'll have to write when she gets back to the Alpha Quadrant than the wellbeing of her crew, or she is a lawful neutral nightmare who believes that authority should always be obeyed.

Certainly there are people that do feel that way about authority, and to be clear, it's not as if Jaret Otel, who is willing to covertly trade the tech, is some kind of radical hero - he's just angling for power himself. But as bystanders we super don't care which of these mildly objectionable men has political power on Sikaris, and it's hard to see what Janeway's "principles" add up to.

By contrast, I do like Torres' show of integrity at the end - she does have to maintain relationships on Voyager, and coming clean about her involvement in the conspiracy is meaningful, even if, like Tuvok, she doesn't necessarily regret what she did.

As Tuvok says, "My logic was not in error, but I was." My takeaway from the end is that Janeway is the one who messed up, overriding the will of her crew with her rulebound logic, but I'm not sure if that's what the show wants me to think!

It's a dynamic episode with a lot going on, and I did really enjoy it. 4/5 slices of pecan pie.

#star trek voyager #star trek #prime directive #science fiction political philosophy corner

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i had a dream about loki entirely inexplicably considering i have not watched that new show. we were buddies

#like literally just pals. perplexing #like the guy btw. horns and all

[jkl-fff]

A Trip to Denver! (part 1)

Sharing some photos because it was lovely ... and because formulating a post makes it so I’ll only need to share them in a “one and done” fashion, instead of reposting them to different chats.

I am a slave to efficiency, it seems.

Went on a hike beside a cascading stream where I spotted the rare and elusive ICE BATS!

A most perplexing sign. Apparently it indicates the way to a scenic overlook, especially for the autumnal change of color in the leaves. But I reckon they could’ve communicated that message far more transparently. Like, say ... if they’d literally printed out “Scenic Overlook” instead of giving this bizarre rebus puzzle.

Rockclimbers be like: Who needs a bridge when you can just grimp up a twisting, unsupported rope ladder, click yourself onto a slack line 15ish feet over a frigid and rapid river, and pull your whole body weight (plus your gear) over it?

I’m just really proud of these photos, guys and gals and NB pals. I just really like the effects of the lighting I captured.

A natural and rugged beauty (just like me).

Went on a hike and saw a beaver!

AND ALSO SOME ROCKY MOUNTAIN SHEEPIES! Look at the Horns on that one on the top!

AND A HORNED OWL, TOO! LIKE, THIS HIKE (up Waterton Canyon) WAS AWESOME!

#photo #nature #autumn #denver #rockclimbing #owl #bats #kinda sorta #animals #my life

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it’s the final jane eyre thoughts! (cue ‘final countdown’ music)

a) I wrote to Moor House and to Cambridge immediately, to say what I had done: fully explaining also why I had thus acted. Diana and Mary approved the step unreservedly. Diana announced that she would just give me time to get over the honeymoon, and then she would come and see me.

“She had better not wait till then, Jane,” said Mr. Rochester, when I read her letter to him; “if she does, she will be too late, for our honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.”

like, i don’t even have time to get into all the things wrong with our boy eddy -- and we know them well enough already, seeing as they are deeply hard to forget -- but one thing that i really love is he is ALWAYS ready to be absolutely wild with affection and praise for jane. does he ever imply that she in any way has a single flaw, except inconveniently being a good person in moments of devastating temptation?? he does not! he thinks she’s the best, and he’s gonna give many perplexing speeches on the topic, and honeymoon the rest of his days away with her!!!! (possibly on the literal moon, knowing this dude and his previously-described-to-adele honeymooning plans.)

“She’ll happen do better for him nor ony o’ t’ grand ladies.” And again, “If she ben’t one o’ th’ handsomest, she’s noan faâl and varry good-natured; and i’ his een she’s fair beautiful, onybody may see that.”

like: awwwwwww!

b) the bit about jane going to rescue adele from her terrible school -- being the guardian angel that she herself didn’t have! :’( -- and then them loving each other forever and being like mother and daughter really GETS TO ME, okay. i also love that jane sneaks in the burn of “don’t worry, we cured her of being french.” okay, ye great british weirdo.

c) i have always wondered why the novel ends on the words of dying st. john being weird about jesus; i think maybe it’s to contrast jane enjoying her earthly life and the people she loves with st. john never being able to enjoy anything about existence because he’s so fixated on his calling and on never being enough until he’s dead? and maybe saying that it is divine to love your time on earth and make a wonderful life for yourself rather than accepting that if you meekly suffer through all your days like everyone always told jane she should, you’ll eventually be rewarded in heaven and that’s enough so don’t kick up a fuss, little girl? idk! what he says kind of echoes how jane and rochester called to each other and heard each other across the distance and that’s what brought them back together, so i guess it’s like ... jesus is to st. john as  jane and rochester are to each other?? and jane and rochester are frankly probably having a lot more fun?????

d) i also kinda liked the idea that rochester accepting religion at the end is -- rather than this book just getting real preachy -- showing that he’s kind of healed from raging against the world and is finally in a place where he can try to live in harmony with it.

e(YRE)) i think there should be a tv adaptation of that spinoff book series where jane and rochester solve murder mysteries together or whatever (this exists, right? i’m not making it up?), and ruth wilson and toby stephens should star in it, and it should be the best thing to ever hit television. rochester can have a hook hand like buster bluth. it will be INCREDIBLE!

f) oh book, i’ll miss you! thanks for being the best pal a girl could have.

#dollsome's deep thoughts #jane eyre #long post

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 257: New Year’s Party and All Might Feels

Previously on BnHA: The kids ate some yummy cotton candy and got to demolish a bunch of robots in flashy and expensive ways, because U.A. is every child’s dream school and All Might is getting closer to finally achieving his goal of being The Cool, Fun Teacher. There was also some cute Kirimina and Izuocha stuff, and also some panels of All Might watching Deku with a wistful dad smile which was both heartwarming and also makes me slightly terrified for his chances of surviving to the end of this series, but what else is new. Anyway so after class we cut to Aizawa and Mic who were all “we’re still sad fyi” until the Big Three interrupted them to get Aizawa to come help with Eri’s quirk. Meanwhile, All Might sat down with Deku and Kacchan and gave Deku a notebook all about THE PAST SUCCESSORS AND THE SIXQUIRKS. And we’d better be covering that pronto in this chapter because holy shit I had to wait two weeks after that cliffhanger and that was not fucking fair.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan and Deku read about the one quirk user WE ALREADY FUCKING KNEW ABOUT before they get bored and decide that WE DON’T NEED TO HEAR ANY MORE ABOUT ANY OF THOSE OTHER LAME QUIRKS APPARENTLY. In an effort to console me, All Might reveals that Shimura Nana’s quirk was THE POWER OF FUCKING FLYING YEAH BITCHES, which does admittedly warm my heart. Also Deku and Kacchan have an entire page of going back and forth at each other like the squabbling siblings they are and that helps too. Also we then cut to all of the 1-A kids having a New Year’s party, and yeah, Horikoshi admittedly knows how to play me like a goddamn fiddle I guess. The chapter then takes a sudden swerve for the nostalgic, with Deku and pals reminiscing about how much they’ve grown and how lucky they are, before we cut to All Might who’s sitting on a bench having Winter Night Angst until he’s comforted by Aizawa of all people, because this chapter is actually fucking great. And then we cut to THREE FUCKING MONTHS LATER LMAOOOO [blows noisemaker] SHIGARACALYPSE 2020 COMING ATCHA KIDS. WOOP WOOP.

okay so I have been persuaded to try out the fan scanlation this week! for several reasons: (1) the new scanlators have had a few weeks now to improve their game and I’m curious to see what the quality is like, (2) there are already spoilers all over my dashboard lol and I’m tired of trying to dodge them, and finally (3) I have nothing else to do this afternoon and I wanna read it. SO IMMA READ IT. BRING ON THE SIXQUIRKS OF DEKU THE NINTH

-- GOD DAMMIT ALL MIGHT

I assume that those are the two shadowy ones, then? Bakushadow and PonytailShadow? goddammit. meanwhile even if we didn’t have that whole mystery, the second user would still be the one I’m most curious about, because (s)he was the first one to actually get OFA handed down to them, and to say that I’m curious about how exactly that went down would be putting it mildly. like how the hell did Lil Bro figure out that he could pass his fucking quirk down to people. and what exactly was the trial and error process involved, if any. was he just like. “dude, come here, I want to try something okay? this is gonna sound really fucking weird but hear me out... I want you to eat my hair” 

sob, honestly a time-traveling Bakugou who already knows how The Whole Deal Works might honestly be the least bizarre explanation. I have so many questions ughh

btw I do also want to call attention to the fact that this chapter is titled “make it your own”, a.k.a. the mantra that Kacchan has been trying to get Deku to adopt since the provisional license exam. so this I do like. that is very promising

hmmMMMMMMMM

motherfuckin time travel is starting to sound more and more likely you guys. oh my god. but how?? someone’s quirk?? or maybe they can just get Mei to build them a machine. fuck it, she’s already upgraded Deku’s costume ten thousand times with random crap, what’s one more. you read it here first, Deku’s next upgrade will be gloves that carry him back and forth in time

lmao Katsuki

on the one hand that is very rude, but on the other hand I too would like him to get to talking about the ones whose quirks he actually did learn about. so yeah. [taps watch] we gonna do this All Might, or

lmao Deku’s asking about Blackwhip and meanwhile Katsuki’s just PICKING UP THE NOTEBOOK, WITHOUT EVEN ASKING, YOINK

(ETA: Kacchan with a normal face is such a rare Charizard of a panel that I just have to stop for a moment to appreciate it. take a good look everyone, we probably won’t get this again for another 50 chapters.)

fucking thank you Kacchan. holy shit. I mean All Might worked hard on it, might as well make use of it. and never mind the explicit “FOR YOUNG MIDORIYA” plastered on the cover I guess lol

also!! BALDY FINALLY GOT HIMSELF A NAME OMGGGGG. “LARIAT.” we’ll see how Caleb translates that tomorrow, I guess. I have no idea what it means but I’m excited!!! yay naaaames

OH THAT’S JUST HIS ALIAS HE’S GOT A REAL NAME TOO OH SNAP

(ETA: also there’s the expected “go” since he’s #5. so that’s apparently still a thing, meaning the mystery behind nos. 2 and 3 is still as perplexing as ever. maybe a bit of a stretch, but does anyone suppose that the “己” at the end of Katsuki’s given name could be interpreted as kind of looking like the Arabic numeral for two? eh? eh??)

seems to be causing a whole lot of collateral damage, but hey, price you pay for being a badass

oh my god my sons are bickering

(ETA: but lmao though at Katsuki being all “YOU THINK EVERY FUCKING QUIRK IS AMAZING” because sob it’s true.)

Katsuki please. first of all WHY WOULD YOU ONLY GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT THE ONE FUCKING QUIRK WE ALREADY KNEW, and two, I kinda need at least one of those quirks to be at least a little bit badass, because fucking shit you guys, uhhhh. [gestures frantically to the last page of chapter 255]  nyghhnghh. and also!! [gestures to the last two pages of chapter 245] ...

hmm so All Might says that Kacchan is right, and that it makes sense that most of the quirks would be weak ones because AFO made it his business to stomp out any strong quirk users on account of the whole “he’s fucking evil” thing and all of that world domination biz

look how evil

oh wow

goddamn that’s one hell of an image. all these fallen heroes desperately trying to make sure that their power, the world’s only hope, doesn’t die out with them

so then from the way All Might makes it sound, it seems like some of the successors maybe weren’t carefully selected at all, but instead they were just the ones who happened to be in the right (wrong??) place at the right time. maybe some of them were fellow soldiers in the war against AFO, and when their comrades fell they were there to pick up the gauntlet. that actually makes a hell of a lot of sense

and also the way they seem to be passing on the quirk appears to be the blood-on-blood method rather than the hair-eating method, so that also potentially addresses my snarky rambling earlier in this very recap lol. Lil Bro may not have meant to pass it on at all; he might have just been gripping some spiky-haired passerby’s hand while mortally wounded, and knowing that his time was up, and hoping against hope that this MYSTERIOUS KACCHAN-LOOKING STRANGER would somehow be able to take up the fight and continue what he started. and then lo and behold

-- motherFUCKER HE REALLY JUST PUT IT BACK DOWN ON THE TABLE LIKE

SO, I GUESS WE JUST DON’T CARE ABOUT ANY OF THE OTHER QUIRKS THEN! WELL FINE. let’s just never talk about anything I’m dying to know about again ever!!

“seems they’ve all died young” WELL ISN’T THAT JUST FINE AND FUCKING DANDY. what a wonderful legacy All Might has bequeathed unto our sprightly green protagonist. what a barrel of laughs this has turned out to be

sob my son literally doesn’t know how to take his foot off the gas

but I guess it’s not necessarily a bad thing to have someone there who only relentlessly knows how to go forward, forward, forward

SDFLKSHDOGIHSOGISHLGKSDLFJ

EXCUSE ME, MCFUCKING WHAT DID YOU SAY?! SO YOU’RE TELLING ME MY BEST GIRL COULD FUCKING FLY, IS THAT IT?? AM I READING THIS RIGHT?? WAIT -- HOW DO YOU BREATHE, AGAIN?? OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD, I

LOL WHAT THE FUCK

(ETA: I left the edges of his speech bubble in while cropping this so everyone can appreciate just how spiky it is.)

me too kid!! you were playing quirk bingo, right? it was only a matter of time before someone came along with flying powers and we all knew it. I’ve been saying it and saying it, Deku was born to touch the sky

lulz he’s screaming at Deku that he can already fly with his explosions, so now while Deku works on mastering his own flying quirk, Katsuki will pull ahead of him SO THAT MAKES HIM THE WINNER I GUESS. lol honestly this speech is one of the nerdiest things he’s ever done and I almost wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d ended it with “OWNED!!!” watch him look around for a mic to drop

oh my god

this isn’t even rival energy, this is sibling energy. like, this one panel is some of the rawest fucking sibling energy I’ve ever seen. the relentless shittalking, the competition over absolutely nothing, the ridiculous faces... just, wow

anyway so I have a ton of thoughts about Katsuki’s current feelings toward Deku ever since the Endeavor and Natsuo “you don’t have to forgive me” thing, but the short version is that I think Katsuki lately has actually been really worried about upsetting the status quo with Deku, and, well... “losing” Deku, so to speak. I think during the internship he finally clued in to the fact that he actually had been a real certified jerkweiner to Deku, but more importantly he woke up to the realization that he doesn’t know for sure if Deku actually has forgiven him. like, he’s been going around thinking that it’s in the past, that it doesn’t matter, and then along come the Todorokis with all their drama, and he sees that and he realizes oh shit, sometimes people secretly have tons of resentment that’s just burning away at them underneath and shit!

and so the thought is kind of eating at him now that Deku might not have actually forgiven him, and he’s actually really scared of that, and so he’s reacting in two different ways: one, by being irrationally annoyed/angry with Deku for having that power over him (the power to either forgive him or not), even though that’s his own fault; and two, by trying in his own way to aggressively push things toward being the way they were back when they were little kids before their whole falling out. which, in his mind, means them being rivals. like, in the second character book, there’s a section that’s all about the characters’ relationships with each other, and in for Deku it says he views his and Kacchan’s relationship as “childhood friends”, but from Katsuki’s perspective, their relationship is listed as “childhood rivals.” so yeah

anyway so I guess I lied about this being “the short version” (I’m gonna have to essay about this more in a separate post I think), but basically I think that in Katsuki’s mind this kind of juvenile making-faces-and-egging-each-other-on thing is how he interprets their friendship, and he’s very awkwardly trying to get back to that

anyway! I got hella sidetracked there so let’s get back to the plot shall we. there’s a sweet panel of All Might smiling at the two of them because I think he also sees that this scene is somehow heartwarming in its own bizarre way lol

and then WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO THE DORMS YESSSSSS

(ETA: stray thought -- it’s an absolute fucking delight to see all of the male characters cooking for once while the girls, as far as I can see, are just sitting around chilling in the living area. like I’m sure they are helping as well, but you have no idea how fucking refreshing it is to not have the girl characters be all “WE’LL COOK FOR YOU BOYS SINCE YOU’RE SO HOPELESS AND/OR YOU’RE WORKING SO HARD TEEHEE.” holy shit. it’s great.)

to answer your question, Sero, they’ve been having secret powwows with All Might and discussing things like how Kacchan is objectively better than Deku it’s science, and how to make Deku fly. what have you all been doing

OH I SEE YOU ARE HAVING DINNER

is that Tokoyami running like a Hanna-Barbera character in the background. every time I think I have a handle on his character Horikoshi has a new twist ready to keep me on my toes. also lol at Kirishima remembering how Kacchan did jackall to help during the Christmas party, and making sure he does his part this time IF HE WANTS TO EAT

(ETA: lol so after rereading this that’s clearly Deku in the background. I still think it looks more like Tokoyami though! but obviously the two of them are the only ones still in their uniforms, so.)

OH BOY OH BOY NOW THIS CHAPTER IS CRACKIN’

TODOROKI SHOUTO!! YOU HAVE BROUGHT SHAME UNTO YOUR FAMILY! lmao he’s so quick to answer “IT WAS ME I DID IT” with his two fucking exclamation points too lol. I don’t know why that’s so amusing to me but it is and I love it

meanwhile Horikoshi got a little too playful when drawing that Momochako page there huh. drew the back of her head but was then like “BUT THEN YOU CAN’T SEE HER ADORABLE SMILE” but he couldn’t be assed to redraw it so he improvised. IT’S CALLED ART

ahhhhhhh class B is joining them yesssss!! and Kodai’s bringing a couch oh my god such an excellent and practical application of her Ant-Man quirk to make sure everyone has someplace to sit these children are so cooperative and wise

YAY WHOLESOME NEW YEAR’S PARTY ANTICS

KATSUKI HAS UPGRADED FROM SANTA GRUMP TO SITTING NICELY WITH HIS SQUAD!! SHOUJI IS WEARING ANOTHER OF HIS LEGENDARY PONCHOS!! TSUYU JUST SAVED MINA’S LIFE!! KOUDA BROUGHT HIS BUNNY BECAUSE BUNNY DESERVES TO PARTY TOO!! AND AOYAMA IS PROBABLY WEARING A ROBE, BUT I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE THAT IT’S A DRESS AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME!! NEW YEAR NEW HIM YES CHEERS

oh my god they’re starting to reminisce, no my emotions were not ready for this please chill out kids

look at them talking like they’re all grown up now

you do realize you all are still just babies right. “it was a crazy ride... back then we were so young...” is that Joe Cocker’s version of With a Little Help from My Friends I hear playing in the background. why has the film quality gone all grainy. what is this what’s happening

THANK YOU IIDA

as expected from the resident 40-year-old. please tell these children to get a grip. they’re out here talking about which Roth IRAs they’re going to get and how much their lower backs hurt

also, this scanlation hasn’t been too bad so far, but I feel like knowing it’s “Iida” and not “Lida” is like the bare minimum of translating a chapter of BnHA. like at least get the names right. but anyway I cropped that part of the panel out regardless because Mineta’s face was ruining the atmosphere so it’s all good

oh no. oh shit wait. what’s going on here

do not tell me this is one of those “calm before the storm/AND THAT WAS THE LAST TIME EVERYONE WAS ALL TOGETHER AND HAPPY EVER AGAIN” things. please no. please tell me I’m overreacting and grossly misinterpreting the general vibe here. fuck

also though, you see that bit in the Kacchan panel though lol. so yeah their relationship is just like that. it’s weird but they like it

jesus christ now Deku is sitting there saying “I’m very fortunate” with this face like he’s just DARING fate to come on over and punch him in the balls. DEKU!!

no!!!! [swipes at the air in an attempt to ward off the oncoming plot] go away! shoo!

and interestingly, Tokoyami is watching him!

do you want in on this plot too buddy. is that it. well your mentor has gotten himself all wound up in this spider’s web by this point, so why not. if we’re gonna have angst I guess the more the merrier

LMAO NEVER MIND, THE VERY NEXT PANEL HE’S ASKING DEKU TO PASS THE FUCKING PONZU AGAIN. DEKU COULD YOU FUCKING SNAP TO IT ALREADY HOW MANY GODDAMN TIMES DOES HE HAVE TO ASK

NOW ALL MIGHT IS SITTING ALONE ON A BENCH OUTSIDE THE TEACHER’S DORMS AND AIZAWA IS THERE SUDDENLY

is he going to talk to him about Eri. or the whole Noumu thing. ahhhhhhh

someone please tell All Might he needs to stop acting like he’s about to die. holy shit. this is reaching unacceptable levels. the fond smile while watching Deku’s progress. another fond smile while seeing him and Bakugou going back and forth, perhaps feeling reassured that someone else will be there to look out for Deku once he’s gone. giving Deku a notebook with everything he knows about OFA. and now SITTING ON A BENCH ALONE IN THE DARK IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER WITH HIS HANDS FOLDED IN HIS LAP JUST THINKING THOUGHTS!! AND AIZAWA’S ALL “WHAT ARE YOU DOING” AND HE’S ALL “NOTHING... JUST...” HOLY FUCKING SHIT ALL MIGHT COULD YOU PLEASE NOT

but anyways so what’s this you say about training Eri now

fffFFFFFS HE’S DOING IT AGAIN

he doesn’t know if he’ll be here come springtime, that’s what’s up. the clock is ticking on Nighteye’s prophecy, and even though he swore he’d live and punch fate in the mouth, you never know though and shit but this is depressing. anyway if my guess is right he may be about to share the secret of OFA with Aizawa though, because that’s what I’d do if I thought I was possibly gonna die and my student might need someone to continue mentoring him once I was gone. so, you know, still a bummer but also YES ALL MIGHT DO ITTTTT

oh nope nevermind he’s just rambling and Aizawa doesn’t have a clue wtf he’s on about

fffff this is some prime grade A All Might angst right here, the gods have blessed us after so long oh snap oh dang

so then maybe he doesn’t think he’s dying lol. well whatever. I think it’s probably a little of column A, a little of column B, that sort of thing but hey

yo you guys, Aizawa bonding with All Might is just. [chef’s kiss] it’s been so long. I don’t think we’ve had a long scene between them since the parent teacher meetings oh my god. Aizawa definitely respects him so much more now and it’s great

totally off subject btw, but the third light novel has a chapter where the teachers all meet up at a local bar and get trashed and talk about all kinds of crap, and Aizawa drunkenly tells All Might he respects the hell out of him, and it’s an absolute delight and everyone should read it. here’s the link to the Viz edition. it’s easily the best of the light novels (though I haven’t read the fourth one which is coming out in March), and an enjoyable read from start to finish. anyways thus ends my unsponsored plug, now back to our regularly scheduled programming

yep. safe to say the days when he thought All Might was an attention-loving media whore are long gone. fuck I love this

oh my god oh my fucking god

wow. just. ...shit. this is a message that I think everyone should hear, first of all, and this is easily one of the most gorgeous and profound panels this manga has ever had. like holy shit I almost cried

and second of all, tell me something, how is Aizawa the most comforting, gentle, supportive, encouraging man in the universe, and how did we get so lucky, and can you believe this man wasn’t even planning to become a teacher holy shit. we can’t afford to lose him, ever

OH FUCK ALL MIGHT, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU START CRYING HERE --

let me tell you I did not need that flashback panel of Nighteye TODAY OF ALL DAYS, HOLY SHIT. THE HELL KIND OF TIMING IS THAT. HE KNEW WHAT EPISODE WAS AIRING THIS WEEKEND, HE DOES SKETCHES FOR THEM EVERY WEEK, THIS WAS FULLY INTENTIONAL AND I FEEL AGGRIEVED

my god All Might is pinching the corners of his eyes and apologizing I can’t. STOP OFFLOADING ALL OF THESE ALL MIGHT FEELS ON ME. even now, after everything he’s given, he still feels like it’s not enough. it’s in his nature to feel restless, to want to do more. he’s earned the right to rest -- earned it more than anyone in the world -- but he can’t, and he feels guilty and helpless because the burden he shouldered for so long has been passed on to everyone else now, and he knows how heavy it is, and he was so willing to carry it even if it destroyed him, but he can’t anymore! and then to have someone come along and say “it’s okay, you’ve done enough, you’re doing enough, you are enough,” just. shit shit shit shit shit. I can hear Horikoshi’s truck beeping as it backs up to dump YET MORE FEELS all over my goddamn house. there are feels being tossed out of an airplane door overhead with little parachutes. fucking paperboys are riding by on their bicycles and whipping them at my face screaming “EXTRA! EXTRA!” fucking...

-- HOLY SHIT!?!?

well my jaw just dropped. um. [peeks at calendar] do you mean to tell me that we’re just CUTTING STRAIGHT TO THE PARTY NOW, JUST LIKE THAT

WELL FUCK, LMAO. BEEN NICE KNOWING Y’ALL

sDFLKSHGLKH

Horikoshi: [poking his head in the door] hey what’s up guys just thought I’d toss in this panel of Ujiko here to remind you all that Spring is when --

everyone: JESUS CHRIST WE KNOW

-- WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK LOL, WHAT

well I guess it’s nice to know that those feelings of impending doom were apparently RIGHT ON THE MONEY sob. NOTHING TO SEE HERE, JUST THE END OF ALL HEROES!! JUST UJIKO ROAMING THE HALLS OF HIS LOCAL HOSPITAL BEING ALL “HO HO” BECAUSE HE’S FINISHED HIS WINTER PROJECT OF TURNING TOMURA INTO ONE OF THE FOUR HORSEMEN AND HE’S FEELING REALLY FUCKING GREAT ABOUT LIFE. JUST THE MANGA JUMPING AHEAD THREE FUCKING MONTHS JUST LIKE THAT, AND DROPPING US BACK IN BARELY A WEEK BEFORE THE START OF THE KIDS’ SECOND YEAR, A.K.A. “YEAR OF THE SHINSOU”, A.K.A. “YEAR THAT KACCHAN FINALLY REVEALS HIS HERO NAME BECAUSE HOLY SHIT SON YOU REALLY FUCKING SAT ON THAT FOR THREE MORE FUCKING MONTHS!?”, A.K.A. “THE YEAR ALL MIGHT BETTER NOT FUCKING DIE”, AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, A.K.A. “[GESTURES FRANTICALLY TO CHAPTER 245 AGAIN]”

lol. here I was hoping we had at least a little more time before the whole “we’re fucked” thing kicked in, but I guess the apocalypse waits for no one. gentlemen it has been a privilege playing with you tonight

#bnha 257 #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #all might #aizawa shouta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #what would you do if I sang out of tune #would you stand up and walk out on me #lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song #I will try not to sing out of key #OH BABY #I get by (AH WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS!) #[montage of tomura destroying stuff] #all I need is my buddies (AH WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS) #[montage of all the heroes dying] #I say I'm gonna get high (AH WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS) #[montage of 11 noumus attacking while deku flies around trying to fight them all with his five other boring quirks] #oh yeah (OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH)

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Hello I was hoping that you might be able to do Josuke who has a crush on chubby s/o who’s a stand user as well and s/o starts receiving small gifts and letters from Josuke with her stand finding them?

Note: Please go easy on me for this one. It was my first time making up a stand for a story and I'm not sure how it turned out. But essentially the reader's stand is called Harmony Hall (after the Vampire Weekend song yes), and it's basically like Harvest in p4. The difference is that the user can choose any bug for the little stands to take the shape of. If she wants to get from place to place, for example, she'll turn Harmony Hall into a colony of ants to carry her around. If she wants to fly, she'll turn them into a group of butterflies. Attack? Mosquitoes. You get the point. Sorry anon if it's not what you had in mind, I'm only trying to be as creative as possible please go easy on me.

So, without further ado: Signed, CD: Josuke x Fem!Reader: 2.1k words

Josuke Higashikata had a crush on you. But he could never outright tell you that. At least not yet. He had a cool guy persona to keep up and he wasn’t going to let a little crush get in the way of it. Except for several problems. It was not, in fact, a little crush. It was, in fact, a big crush on you. You, probably the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Every time you laugh at one of his jokes in class, his heart soared with glee when he saw your beautifully round cheeks widen with a smile. Every time you meekly raised your hand to answer a question, he mentally cheered you on for getting the right answer. He saw how you would sometimes shift uncomfortably in your chair for fear that someone might have been judging your appearance, ready to fight anyone who might make you feel bad about yourself. Because to Josuke, you were probably the cutest thing to ever step foot in this little town he called home. He saw your curves and rolls and thought about how soft of a cuddler you must be, all the while a dusty red came to the boy’s cheeks. He saw your bubbly personality and inherent shyness and wanted nothing more than to bring you out of your shell through his love. But of course, he couldn’t actually tell you all this. 

But Crazy Diamond could. 

The first time you received a letter, it was hidden in your locker at school. Harmony Hall, an adorable loveliness of ladybugs flew into your line of sight and presented the letter to you in a heart formation. You teasingly wave your stand away with a tut of your tongue and go to inspect the letter. 

“Hello, I’ve been noticing you all over the school and I want to encourage you to keep that cute smile up! Brightens my day! Shine on!” - CD

Confused, you put the letter in your bag with the rest of your things and go about your day, not thinking much of it.

The second item you found was a small box addressed to you, resting under one of the legs of your desk. That’s weird, you didn’t even notice anyone touch your table... Picking up the parcel, you untie the quaint pink bow at the top and see to your shock, the pearl bracelet that you had broken a few days prior. The craftsmanship was impeccable, you couldn’t even tell where the cracks had been. You feel something touch your leg and look down to see a small ant from your stand holding up a small notecard that went along with the gift. 

Inside read, “I was gonna buy you a new one, but it seemed like you liked this one best. So I decided to repair it! -CD”

Later that week, you read the note aloud to your friends as you all sat together for lunch. The table was adorned with several gifts and notes that you had gotten, from the bracelet to a drawing of one of your favorite characters done by Rohan Kishibe himself. How the hell did this “CD” guy even get that? There were a few more notes, all that Harmony Hall has collected for you from various locations in the school. 

“I just don’t know who’s been sending me all of these things? It’s not any initials I recognize…”  You huffed. 

One of your friends chuckled at your perplexed state. “Aww come on (y/n)... if you ask me, this “CD” seems really romantic! I wish a guy would send me all these cute notes and gifts.”

Another one of your pals nodded along. “I know! You’re super lucky (y/n), to have such a secret admirer.”

You laughed along with your friends until your eyes looked over your friend’s shoulder and made contact with another pair.  Josuke was standing cooly against the doorway when the two of you locked eyes. You let out a polite smile and he quickly turned around awkwardly, nervously combing his pompadour as he walked away. Your smile remained on your face as you watched him leave.

“What are you looking at (y/n)?” 

“Hmm? Oh, nothing…” You smiled shyly, trying to shrug off the moment. 

But your brain simply couldn’t let it go. You wondered if someone like Josuke could be into someone like you. You decided to find out. 

* * * 

“I’m telling you guys, I’m nervous! She’s gonna find out soon!” 

Josuke paced back and forth in the empty classroom. Okuyasu and Koichi sat there watching the lovesick teen struggled with how to come to terms with his intense crush on you. Little did any of them know, of the unassuming (and very literal) fly on the wall that was relaying all of its information for your viewing pleasure via your stand. You listened in to the conversation from another classroom, guilty that you were intruding, but you simply had to know how Josuke felt about you. Josuke Higashikata wasn’t anywhere close to the initials CD, but you couldn’t help but think there was something here. 

Okuyasu shrugged. “Why don’t you just ask her out? She might like you back man…” 

“Exactly! Just tell her exactly how you feel!” Koichi agreed. 

Josuke groaned; his friends weren’t understanding the situation. “I can’t just tell her my feelings! I can’t just tell her she’s the cutest chick I’ve ever seen… even if she may not see it that way…  Just, I gotta be cool about all this!” 

Your brow furrowed as you listened in. So he likes someone? You supposed that was a good sign in your favor, but he could be talking about someone else. That was a strange thing about the age you two were both in. Teenagers fall in love with other teenagers so easily. You smiled softly thinking about Josuke, speaking only a few doors down from your embarrassed self. Both of you wanted the other, but neither wanted to downright say it. You rested your head on your arms as you sat at your desk, listening in to Harmony Hall. 

Josuke kept speaking.  “I would look like a total idiot if I just walked up to her and said ‘h-hi (y/n)-”

Your head sprung up at the sound of your name, your face bursting bright red. On my god, he likes you? He likes you!!! Your head was spinning, so much so that you lost control of your stand, the insect falling from the wall. You weren’t made aware of this though until you heard Okuyasu grumble that there was a fly buzzing around the classroom. Before he could swat your stand away, you control yourself once more, albeit much more embarrassed than before. M-maybe you just misheard him? Did he really mean you?

“Anyway… as I was saying. I gotta be cool about this! I’ve been trying to lay low you get me? I asked Mr. Joestar for advice and he said he would write Lady Suzie little notes every once in a while, or get her a gift. So I’ve been writing these little notes for a week or so.”

You felt like you were going to short circuit. Not only did Josuke Higashikata have a crush on you, but he also admitted to being the one who wrote the notes. But then who was CD? You shook your head. Not important right now. You listened in more. 

“So how do you plan to ask (y/n) out then?” Koichi asked in earnest.

“Ah-ha! That’s where my cool guy creativity comes in! I’ll demonstrate. You see, I wrote one last note earlier today and placed it loosely in (y/n)’s desk compartment.”

You listened along, confused. Was that true? You hadn’t looked in the compartment yet that afternoon. You carefully lift the cover to your desk and find a horribly torn and mangled note laying atop all of your books and such. You tried to read the paper but to no avail. You continued listening to Josuke. 

“However, I ripped off a big section of the note to the point that she won’t be able to read it. Then when she goes looking for the other half, I’ll use Crazy Diamond with the other half. Like this-”

Suddenly, you felt your whole form spring up from your chair as your body was pulled along by the piece of paper in your hand. You tried to step back, fearing that Josuke would see you. Your stand tried to stabilize your feet to the floor so you wouldn’t be pulled, but they failed as well to stop this mysterious force dragging the paper and you along with it. You made a sharp turn into Josuke’s classroom, tripping on your way in just as the young teen turned around to see the paper coming his way. Instead, you landed in his arms, your face burning in shame. The two halves of the letter joined together seamlessly, crinkled in between the two of you as your head rested in the tall teen’s chest. Neither you nor Josuke wanted to say anything. 

So Okuyasu and Koichi spoke for the both of you. Well, not really spoke. Okuyasu more howled in laughter and Koichi called your name out in shock. You stumbled back from Josuke and straightened out your uniform, staring down at the ground. 

Josuke spoke first. “Sorry about that (y/n). Didn’t know anyone was still in the building.”

“No no I’m sorry to bother you all! I was just looking at this note someone left for me and then I got dragged to you…”

Shoot! Does he know that you know! He couldn’t have noticed Harmony Hall! And what was that weird force pulling you to him?! What do you do from here? You decided to make it seem like you had no idea just so you could give this big dork his moment in the sun. 

Josuke looked you dead in the eyes and decided to man up finally. 

“W-well… what does the note say?” 

He gulped as you looked down at the note, reading in fake confusion. 

“It says… ‘CD = Crazy Diamond = Josuke Higashikata.” 

Your face turned bright red all over again. What a lovable nerd, you were so grateful that out of everyone, he had a crush on you. Still, you had to play shock. 

“You’re CD?!”

“Yeah… “

“You’re the one who’s been giving me the notes?”

“Yeah…” 

“Why me?”

“Cause um... Uh…”

“Cause he thinks you’re cute!”

Both you and Josuke turn around to see Okuyasu shout out the obvious. You chuckled a little as Josuke groaned in embarrassment. You then decided to be the bold one and took ahold of Josuke’s hand, biting her lip nervously. 

“Crazy Diamond must be your stand then?” 

Josuke looked at your shocked for a moment. “Yeah… He can take anything broken and put it back together. That’s how I fixed your bracelet- oof!”

Josuke was then cut off as you lunged yourself forward, enveloping the young teen in a tight hug. You nestled your head in his chest, overjoyed that someone liked you the way you liked them. Josuke looked down at you with a smile and patted your head gently. 

“Shall we go get a sandwich from St Gentleman’s?”

You giggled. “I’d like that.” 

And off the two of you went, hands interlocked, walking down the street towards the center of Morioh. Then suddenly, you looked up to see Josuke’s face twist in confusion. 

“How do you know about stands?” You smirked, ready to reveal the truth. 

“I’m a stand user. You know that fly that was in the room? That was part of my stand. I was listening in the whole time while you were confessing to liking me.”

At your simple words, Josuke stood frozen in the center of the street, lovesick embarrassment plastered on his face. 

“Oh…” You giggled and leaned up, planting a gentle kiss on your new flame’s cheek before taking off down the street, leaving him in further loss of brain function. 

“Come on!  The sandwiches are gonna sell out!”

“I-I’m coming!”

Josuke awoke from his daze and rushed to catch up with you. A single piece of paper fell out of his bag and fluttered onto the concrete. It was a draft that the young highschooler had planned to give to you, but thought it wasn’t very cool. What was written on it?

“This is the last note I swear because I need to come clean and be honest with. I’ve had a crush on you ever since you transferred into my class. And I can only hope you feel the same way about me. Whenever I’m near you, I only want to tell you that you should see yourself the way I see you. Come and find me if you feel the same way.        

-CD aka Josuke Higashikata.”

#jjba #part 4 #Diamond is Unbreakable #Josuke Higashitaka #jjba writing #jjba hc #jojo writing #jojo #Okuyasu Nijimura #koichi hirose #fem reader #request #fluff #ugh this was so cute to write

[takerfoxx]

FINAL SEASON OF SHE-RA DROPS TOMORROW, SO LET’S REVIVE SOMETHING I HAVEN’T DONE IN A LONG TIME BUT MOST CERTAINLY DESERVES AN ENTRY!

The fav(s) of the day are...

THE SUPER PAL TRIO!

Oh, these three. Never in my life have I connected so strongly to a villainous trio like I have with Catra, Scorpia, and Entrapta. And what’s awesome is that despite their wonderful chemistry as a unit, I fell in love with each character individually for completely different reasons.

SCORPIA!

Scorpia is my favorite She-Ra character, hands’ down. She is just a wonderful ball of sunshine, who, despite her powerful and intimidating appearance, is easily the most kind-hearted person in the show, and the fact that she was raised within the monstrous Horde and rarely doubts their principles only adds to the tragedy of her situation.

Scorpia is the classic brainwashed child soldier, someone who has had their ideology beat into her head since she was a baby, to the point where she cheerfully puts the best spin on the awful things happening around and to her as a defensive mechanism, from her ignorance of what really happened to her family to Catra’s constant abuse of her. She sees the best in people, often to her own detriment, but still refuses to stop doing what she thinks is right. Her obvious crush on Catra shows this, as she tries and tries and tries to stick up for her no matter what Catra does to her, and even after finally realizing what a bad person Catra is refuses to fully give up on her. In a kinder world, she would have grown up as a close friend of the other princesses and be renowned for her legendary kindness.

But not even being trapped in the Horde could keep her down. Despite her naivete, Scorpia finally sees the light in one of the best moments of the show and leaves the Horde. Not, I should point out, because of some earth-shattering revelation of the Horde’s evils, but because she realized that doing so would be the best way to save Entrapta. And after, it doesn’t take her long to endear herself to her former enemies, forming close bonds with Frostra, Perfuma, and Glitter. And even then, she STILL begs them not to hurt Catra, and does what she can to help the other Horde soldiers. Because in the end, all Scorpia wants is what’s best for her friends.

And did I also mention that she fucking kicks as as well? Hell, she 1v1′d SHE-RA! And now that she’s had her upgrade, she might be one of the top five strongest characters on the ground! 

I am BRAVE, STRONG, LOYAL, and I give GREAT HUGS

Also...

ENTRAPTA!

Scorpia may be my favorite character, but Princess Entrapta is my spirit animal. The living definition of Chaotic Neutral, Entrapta is a delightfully fun ball of energy and curiosity, and, I must admit, one of the reasons I wanted to check the show out, as I had seen a few clips of her interacting with Hordak and thought it looked intriguing.

Entrapta was a wild ride from the beginning, the classic manic inventor character that makes any scene so much more entertaining by her very presence. And as predicted, her defection to the Horde made sense and gave us a lot of great scenes. And her growing relationship with the normally terrifying Hordak was just great, from how she absolutely refused to be intimidated by him, leading him to be both perplexed and intrigued by her. Things were going just as I had hoped.

And then something magical happened.

It finally clicked with me that she was intended to be coded autistic, and to be quite frank I should have seen it from the beginning, from her single-minded interests to her constant movement with her hair to her awkward ways of interacting with other people to her bizarre food preferences to her unusual way of speaking to her...shaky grasp of morality. But once I saw it, it was obvious, and also made me happy. I mean, it wasn’t like I was over the moon about representation, but after so many other disappointing attempts at autistic characters, it was nice to finally have one that I already liked. Huh, that’s neat, I thought. 

But literally the day after I had figured that out I watched the episode about her finding out about Hordak’s weakness and her attempts to help him, and she gave that wonderful speech about how she was well aware that other people saw her as weird, and how beautiful imperfections could be, and oh my God, I have never had any speech by a fictional character hit me right in the heart like that one did. I felt it in my very bones, and from then on I absolutely adored Entrapta. Finally I had someone I could really relate to, even if I don’t particularly like science things and don’t have any hair.

Imperfection is what makes scientific experimentation possible. Imperfection is beautiful... at least to me.

And...

CATRA!

How someone so awful be so sympathetic and compelling?!

Adora might be the show’s main character and hero, but Catra is undeniably its star, a breakout character that has invited the most discussion, most devotion, and the most frustration. Unlike many kid show villains, Catra isn’t just evil because bad guy, but is a plainly damaged person who has suffered horrible physical, emotional, and mental abuse since she was a child and developed a psychology textbook full of insecurities and hang-ups as a result. 

With each successive season, we have watched her get consistently worse, as she desperately tries to rebel against the horrible hand she was dealt by getting back at Adora, the favored best friend who left her, against Shadow Weaver, the only mother figure she has ever known but still treated her awfully no matter what she did, and Hordak, who never really gave her the acknowledgement that she felt like she was due. She is so deeply craves validation from those who will never give it while pushing away those who did unconditionally care for her without realizing it. And she had multiple opportunities to break free from the abusive cycle that has defined her life only to double down due to her deep-seated triggers. She is someone who was never given any sort of praise from Shadow Weaver, who openly favored Adora, who in turn betrayed the Horde and “abandoned” Catra, and was still shown favor! She is someone who was prepared to destroy everything and everyone, not in hopes of winning, but just to make Adora lose. 

Her breakdowns are increasingly tragic, and the more toxic she gets, the more compelling she becomes. She is a realistic painting of how bad abuse can fuck up a person, a believable victim-turned-abuser, and instead of hating her for all the terrible things she’s done, the whole fandom is praying for her salvation. And despite anything I might have said in the past, I am one of them.

So, what? You're on the side of good now? You made me this way, and you get to be the good guy?

#she ra and the princesses of power #she ra #spop #catra #scorpia #entrapta #super pal trio #fav of the day

[direquail]

Entrapta & Light Hope (or Entrapta/Light Hope?)

okay so I forgot I queued this post for reblog after that tweet from Noelle confirming Marahope as Word of God and then I saw it pop up today and I really needed to put this somewhere that wasn’t cluttering OP’s already fantastic Marahope post.

It occurs to me now that Entrapta would be Extremely Horny On Main for Light Hope like

I’d kinda for some reason been thinking Adora wouldn’t bring Entrapta to the Castle because Entrapta would be like a kid who got permission from their mom to eat all the Halloween candy at once--and then I realized that no, Entrapta literally never had a chance to be invited to the Castle before the Sword was broken. So here are some thoughts, in no particular order:

Adora probably brings Entrapta to the Castle either as kind of a thank-you present after the war is over OR because they decide they want to dismantle the Heart’s infrastructure for good OR they just want to figure out what they can repurpose and use for themselves (Entrapta wants to Build More Spaceships, or maybe just needs to repair Darla)

Entrapta is absolutely like a kid who got permission from their mom to eat all the Halloween candy at once

Adora thinks this may have been a terrible mistake and Catra is probably laughing at her because She Warned Her

It maybe took some time for Adora to come around to the idea of dismantling the Crystal Castle (specifically) because even though Light Hope hurt her profoundly--she kidnapped her! She stole her from her family! She lied to her and used her!--she knows that Light Hope was as much a pawn of the First Ones and just as hurt by them--in her own way--as Adora herself was (achieving a kind of consciousness and caring and then having that taken away from her and being forced to hurt someone she’d come to care for).

It’s, in a lot of ways, a semi-parallel to Adora’s conflicted feelings about Shadow Weaver’s death. The Castle was where she learned how to be She-Ra in a formal way, where she started to learn about her past, where she started to feel less lost. She wanted to be friends with Light Hope, and retrospectively, maybe, she wonders if they could’ve been, if not for the First Ones’ intervention in her programming.

So the idea of potentially dismantling Light Hope or the infrastructure of the Castle makes her sad and could bring back painful memories, so she avoids it, at least at first

If anyone is going to treat Light Hope and the Castle and all its painful past with the dignity and respect it deserves, though, it’s Entrapta

Except Entrapta is reduced to (alternately) incoherent, jelly-kneed awe at just the physical structure of the Castle, and faster-than-the-speed-of-sound, gotta-poke-everything-and-see-what-it-does DELIGHT

Like i’d say “hyperactive” but hyperactive is nowhere near a strong enough word

... lbh she probably comes on the spot

At some point during the poking, Light Hope is reactivated, and once they wrap up with the “I-thought-you-were-dead, are-you-gonna-kill-me-now” drama with Adora, Light Hope is Very Consternated at this weird Etherian poking around in her wiring

I’m torn between “Entrapta would be not at all bothered by Light Hope’s manifestation and her having a kind of conscious will of her own” and “this might set off some of her uncertainties around Dealing With People because she does dearly love what a beautiful machine Light Hope is and she wants Light Hope to approve of her and oh this could be complicated for her”

but like, I’m p. certain absolutely nothing could deter her from trying to make friends with Light Hope and also touch all this intact First Ones tech, she probably doesn’t sleep for like two weeks

sooner or later (sooner than later, probably), Light Hope realizes just what a gifted engineer Entrapta is and is also probably low-key thrilled to have someone other than a sword-happy jock to interact with and decides maybe this one is okay

at some point, this becomes “yeah no I’m keeping this one”

Entrapta is decidedly Not Mara, but maybe Light Hope sees something in the way she interacts with her environment--the consideration she gives equally to everything, biological and technical both, or the deep care she (to Light Hope) clearly displays in her work

Mara would’ve liked her, Light Hope decides. Been perplexed by her, but liked her. And Mara was unfailingly kind, even to people she was bewildered by--after all, she was bewildered by Light Hope, at first

there’s a three-way fork in the road here and the fork is either “this is strictly platonic but Deeply Meaningful”, “this is queerplatonic aF”, or “There’s Something Romantic Afoot Here”. All have room for as much angst, bonding, cuteness, worldbuilding, and all-hours conversations as my fic-writing self could ever want

I’m a little hazy on the details just yet, but omg, they would be the Best Pals Ever, and Entrapta would have so much fun working on with Light Hope

Maybe eventually this leads to Light Hope and Adora reconciling and getting to be friends for real? I’d like that a lot

BUT REGARDLESS. The scenario OP lays out in the post I linked/reblogged (where Entrapta builds Light Hope a body) would in my mind go something like this:

Entrapta: *builds Light Hope a body* Entrapta: *accidentally seduces Light Hope*

and that’s it that’s really all I have to add

#spop #she-ra #meta #entrapta & light hope #entrapta/light hope

[sgtbbvrnes]

I like to think that steve had come to bucky first and he'd barely said a word before he was cut off with a careful and soft “I know” that carried through the wind, tone filled with a mixture of emotions that even steve couldn't pick out. that he’d approached bucky, face a careful expression of precise expressionless but with twiddling thumbs and a worn out bottom lip that bucky saw right through. 

that bucky had smiled at him, shrugged a shoulder and said, “I'd do the same too, if it were maggie” and steve would’ve laughed, nudging bucky’s shoulder and saying in a mock-offended tone about how he’s still mad that bucky ditched him that one night to go dancing with maggie, but his tone is light and teasing and his eyes are dancing and he has no clue that bucky barely even remembers anyone named maggie, all he remembers is a dame, pretty face, shining eyes and red lips, and swinging skirt whenever he brought her out dancing. 

(truth is: it’s all still fuzzy in there, the only person he truly remembers and was ever worth remembering was the one that was always waiting for him back home, is the one beside him that’s going to leave him forever.) 

I like to think that steve sighed afterward, dejected and a little sad, and apologised to bucky. and bucky—selfless and insecure bucky—would’ve shook his head and smiled softly back at steve the only way he knows how. tells him— “she’s your north star, you ain’t ever gonna find another one like her” and steve would’ve parted his lips, ready to say more, except bucky didn't need to hear anymore (didn't want to hear anymore, every word is aching and chipping away at what's left of his little unbroken heart) so he brings a hand up to gently smack the back of steve’s head. “c’mon stupid, the doc’s waiting” and steve pouts and there are so many things that bucky wants to say, wants to do.

(wants to hold him tight, wants to beg, wants to tell him the truth is that he doesn’t know who he is without steve, wants to be selfish and bank in on the fact that steve’s always been selfless and if bucky says the world needs him needs steve rogers needs captain america then he’ll stay and—)

“will you take it?”

bucky looks at him, then he laughs, shaking his head.

“why not?” and steve sounds so perplexed, like he thought for sure that bucky would say yes.

(a sergeant before he became a sergeant, everyone had said)

“I ain’t a hero.”

“buck—”

“give it to sam.”

“... sam?”

and bucky nods, turning and looking at where the man he’s talking about is currently smack-talking the hulk for no reason other than he can. the doc’s talking shit right back, a grin on his tired green face and a tiny light in his sad eyes. 

“he’s a good man.”

“and what about you?” 

I ain’t a good man, bucky doesn’t say. he shrugs instead, looking back at steve, who’s already looking at him. “he’s gonna need someone to keep his ego in check. probably gonna need to scare away some cats for him, too. maybe stop him from flying into a glass window that he doesn’t realise is there. or something equally dumb that dumb birds do.”

steve snorts. 

“ready?” 

steve exhales, then he nods. he smiles, the smile that only bucky has gotten the privilege of seeing and the smile that agent carter will now get to grow old with. 

“hey cap,” sam calls out and steve looks to him before looking back at bucky, like asking for permission, and when bucky nods for him to go, he walks to over to sam. 

and when steve hugs him goodbye, bucky holds back the urge to hold tighter and not let go. he shoves his hands into his pockets the moment he pulls away because he doesn't even trust himself to not stop him from leaving. 

but he doesn't stop himself from saying— “gonna miss you, buddy”

steve tells him it’s gonna be okay and bucky knows it will, because that little kid from brooklyn that had always did things for others, never put himself first, was finally doing exactly that: putting himself and his happiness first. 

(bucky was happy for him. truly. it didn’t mean that his heart wasn’t a shattered mess inside his chest, though.)

and when dr banner and sam start panicking when steve doesn't show up like he was supposed to, bucky smiles. steve finally got the life he wanted. 

and he turns, and there he is— 

sam looks to bucky, as if double checking if he should be the one to talk to steve instead of bucky. bucky smiles, soft and encouraging. he hears every word of their conversation, and gives sam another of those smiles when sam looks back at him after steve has him holding onto the shield. sam looks unsure, worried, a downright terrified glint in his eyes really, and glances at bucky again, so bucky waggles his eyebrows playfully, smiles a little wider. sam’s shoulders release their tension just the slightest bit. 

and when sam comes walking back to him, shield in hand, lifting it a little to show it to him, bucky arches a brow. “can't wait to see you looking like a literal flying flag, bird brain.”

sam doesn't retaliate to the insult. “why don’t you want it?”

bucky shrugs a shoulder, “always been a better right-hand man than a leader.”

sam hums thoughtfully, looking to the shield. his fingers gently run over the edge of the metal. “you gon’ be mine?”

“someone’s gotta watch your six.”

“will you wear tights?”

“try and get me in a pair of one and that shield is gonna be shoved where the sun don’t shine, pal.”

sam chortles. then he nods over at steve, gesturing for bucky to go.

so bucky goes and sits next to the old man, stares out at the water. it doesn’t hurt as much as he thought it would, sitting next to him like this. 

“thank you, buck.”

bucky frowns, finally looking at him. steve’s eyes never changed and they’re staring right into his own. 

“for everything.” steve says simply. “and what you said— about her bein’ my north star? I think you were right.”

of course he was. bucky knows, has always known, because he’s got his own. 

his own north star.

so bucky smiles at him, moves closer and pulls steve into a hug. not too tight because he can’t handle it (anymore). his bones are old and weak (just like before). 

and I like to think that bucky bites his tongue from the one last thing he wants to say to steve. I like to think that as he’s holding his best friend—his frail and old and greying best friend—he closes his eyes, and breathes and he doesn’t say I love you like how he so badly wants to. 

it doesn’t matter anyway. it wouldn't make a difference. 

steve’s lived a life. now’s bucky’s turn.

#stucky #bucky barnes #Steve rogers #endgame #endgame spoilers #endgame headcanon #headcanon #marvel #marvel headcanon #stucky headcanon #Stevexbucky #sam wilson #sam #bucky #steve #stevebucky #I just watched endgame again #im not happy w what they did to steve #his entire character arc and all #but if its what we get #all that we get really #then this is what I like to think #it makes everything hurt just a little less #besides #you can't tell me bucky didn't know #there's no fuckin way he didn't know #he said he was gonna miss him even tho bruce said it'd be 5 seconds #he knew #and he made his peace with it #so whos to say this didnt actually happen

[space-paradox-alien]

Remus, my pals

I'm v anxious about writing but this hit me hours ago and I just needed to see it in the world. It started short but I just kept writing and couldn’t stop. 980 words.

This takes place after the most recent video. Remus is frankly impressed by Logan’s coolness in the moment. He’s almost...inspired. By Logic? But how?

Platonic Remus/Logan, platonic Roman/Logan/Patton/Virgil. Could count as sympathetic Remus. 3rd person but in Remus’s thoughts. Warning for the more “non-Netflix kids” content Remus is the embodiment of (gore mention, sex jokes/mention, adult language, bugs, general stuff that isn’t fun to think about).

He couldn’t believe it. His thoughts retraced everything that happened. He was certainly putting out some of his best work, that was sure. But Logan. The Logical Side. He was calm, cool, and collected after everything. The teeth. The shuriken. It was impressive. It was...more than impressive. It was incredible. He felt a chill down his back, like the feeling of a dozen ants in unison. He was almost...terrifying.

Inspiring. 

“It seems I have a new source of inspiration,” he muttered to a mostly empty corner of the creative plane.

 There were some of his older works, but he certainly was given far less space to work than his ever loved brother. He hated it. He wasn’t afraid to admit it. Others like him in other minds were able to do far more. Even the villains in Disney movies were enough proof to him. He’d watched from afar as the light sides had movie nights. Far enough to not be seen, but still close enough to be inspired. And jealous, not that he’d necessarily outright mention that. 

Burning down the entire town while families shouted and cried was one of his favorites he pictured after a movie night. He stared fondly into the window to an imaginary world, the orange flames surrounding everything and everyone Thomas knew. He gave a content sigh. Claude Frollo, the boner that nearly burned down Paris, was really one of his biggest inspirations for that one. But now he had a new chance for inspiration in Logic of all things.

He had to learn more. To bother him. To watch from afar. To know. To be inspired. To come up with something truly gruesome. To do anything to truly come up with something terrifically terrible. 

“LOOOOOGAAAAAN!!!!!!”

He shouted it as loudly as he could from the space that the light sides shared, outside of Logan’s room, sounding as much like his shining brother as he could. He hid close, watching intensely. The door opened quickly.

“Roman, are you...” He quietly surveyed the hall. “...injured..”

Remus then noticed the others’ doors were open. They were all varying degrees of disheveled and confused.

“WHO DID THAT” 

Virgil certainly wasn’t having any of it. An unforeseen but more than happy result.

“Hey, Frightmare, cool down! I’m too tired for more shouting!”

“WHY YOU-”

Patton quickly interrupted before any further shouting was done, much to Remus’s disappointment.

“Hey, Virge, it’ll be okay, bud. Roman, kiddo, that first shout sounded like you. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Padre. Except for my beauty sleep that was quite rudely interrupted!”

Logan finally stopped staring at the wall across from his room with an empty look.

“It would appear somehow none of us is the culprit. How perplexing.”

The silence was deafening. Logan’s face had a twinge of-of-something that Remus couldn’t identify. His face still looked almost emotionless, but there was definitely something changed. 

“Since all of us appear to be wide awake now and in varying degrees of distress that will disturb the R.E.M. portion of sleep, I would advocate for a joint de-stressing activity.”

Roman thought for a moment.

“So, you mean a Disney movie night?”

“That would, indeed, fit within the criteria, yes.”

Patton gave a small smile in the anxious side’s direction.

“Are you up for a movie, V?”

“...I think so...”

Roman gave a peppy clap and struck a heroic pose. 

“Then I, Prince Roman, hereby decree this Virgil’s Choice Movie Night! I’ll prepare the snacks!”

He hurriedly bounded down the stairs, with Patton close behind, shouting agreements. Virgil gave a concerned glance at Logan.

“You coming, Lo?”

“There is something...beneficial to us all I would prefer to complete first. I expect to be at a satisfactory place in a few minutes, but feel free to start the film without me. And...kindly prevent those two from causing too much chaos while I’m working.”

“Okay, man.”

Logan watched as Virgil slowly walked down the steps and gave a small breath out once the other side was out of sight. But surprisingly enough, he just stood there. Then, at almost a whisper, he said.

“Remus, if you want converse, there are a plethora of methods to gain my attention.”

How did he-

“Remus, I saw you crouch under the end table. And despite the similarities, you sound distinctly different from Roman.”

Remus slowly tore off a chunk of the table leg and began chewing on it. 

“Grainy! Want some?”

“...You’ve been staring at me throughout all of this, you’re clearly here for more of a reason than to eat the table.”

“You--YOU--were frankly inspiring to me. I want to see more and know more.”

A halfhearted seductive wink was all he could muster to try to make it sound just like one of his usual sorts of ideas.

“I am more than willing to converse with you. Just ask.”

Remus felt his heart literally rot with how...oddly sweet it was. He decided the easiest way to explain was to show. Plunge in at an unnatural angle, break a rib aaaand-

ba-dum,ba-dum-ba-dum,ba-dum

“Here!”

“I...appreciate the sentiment, Remus, but for now, I would like to officially invite you to the movie night. We can talk more afterwards. I’ll be willing to sit in the back and discuss the implications of the plot with you, if that would help.”

Remus witnessed as his heart became a greenish brown, slimy shape that was only clearly a heart from its broken sounding beating.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Logan began towards the steps, but turned back with...That expression again. It-it was a smile. Remus stuffed what was now a pile of brownish mush into his chest and tore the rest of the leg off of the end table, then began down the steps, munching on his first piece. Logan gave him a questioning look before asking-

“A...snack?”

“Can’t have a movie night without snacks!”

(tagging @the-fangirl-sunstorm since you seemed willing.)

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #sympathetic remus #remus sanders #only kinda sympathetic remus #logan sanders #actually really proud of this to be real

[pxndxrasbox-archieved]

[ Memery ] Character Interview :: Doctor Cassandra “Cass” Adler      

► Name ➔ "Doctor Cass Adler.” she responds professionally, a polite smile on her face. Simple enough to start

► Are you single ➔ Smile immediately falls, replaced with a perplexed expression. “Not sure how this is relevant but, yes. Next?”

► Are you happy ➔ Well, that’s a dangerous question to ask a psychologist. “With how this interview is going? Too early to say. In general? I guess you can say I’m satisfied with how my life has turned out.”

► Are you angry? ➔ A suspicious gleam appears in her eye, a few speckles of red appearing at the tips of her hair. “Do you want me to be?”

► Are your parents still married ➔ “My parents are dead.” That’s all she’s gonna say about it.

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ It’s a while before the doctor replies, taking a moment to stare out at some spot in the distance. “Some lab in the desert, can’t tell you where.”

► Hair Color ➔ This time she sighs, a snort escaping her as she shakes her head. “Depends on my mood, literally.”

► Eye Color ➔ A brow raises, the doctor taking a moment to adjust their glasses with a pointed expression. “Blue, clearly.”

► Birthday ➔ "June 14th.” She doesn’t specify year notice.

► Mood ➔ Expression goes stone blank as she regards the questioner. “Confused and slightly annoyed.”

► Gender ➔ "I am a female biologically, but I don’t care much for those sorts of things.”

► Summer or winter ➔ "I actually don’t care for either, I’m more of a Fall fan personally; I like watching the colours change in the trees.”

► Morning or afternoon ➔ She shrugs. “Mornings I guess...” with her fucked-up sleep schedule it was hard to tell which was which sometimes.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ This time pink fades into her hair, a blush painting her cheeks. “No, I mean... I don’t know, anyway it’s none of your business pal.”

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ Cass could barely contain an eyeroll at this question. “There are numerous studies out there disproving the event, while it’s a charming idea to me everything about that ‘fabled moment’ can be explained by hormones and anthropological origins.” Short answer, no.

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ The pink and the blush return, before she sighs almost in defeat. “Never been in one.”

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ She shrugs. “Not that I know... if anyone fell for me they never had the courage to tell me so, bully for them I guess...”

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ "If I were, would I tell you?”

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Why? If you’re intending to follow some of my colleges or friends, that may not end all that well for you buddy.”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ "Again, not that anyone’s revealed themselves? I’ve had some.... interested parties trail me but they were quickly dealt with.” Read that as you will...

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ She doesn’t bother answering this question, instead just frowns at the interviewer as the pink fades to red.

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔  “They’re both valid emotions, each with their own unique characteristics... Love is more interesting I think, however, there’s more involved which just seems, appealing to me.”

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Is the lemonade alcoholic?” The interviewer didn’t specify after all.

► Cats or Dogs ➔ “I actually prefer neither... never had a pet so, can’t really say.”

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “Certainly a few best friends, it’s physically and mentally impossible to have more than 150 friends in total during a period of a person’s lifetime, so the fewer close friends the better; it’s better to form those trusted relationships in the long run.”

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Only ever had one of them so... night out?” she shrugs.

► Day or night ➔ “Wasn’t this- whatever, night time. Less distractions, easier to work on my personal projects.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVER’S

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “A couple times when I was around teen age years... didn’t really end well.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Mayyyybe when I get overexcited on something but, nothing too serious thank Cob. Touch wood.”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “... Yes.”

► Wanted to disappear ➔ “...”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ "Smiles are easily fabricated, look at politicians and most villains... actually, not much of a difference there,” she chuckled, “but the eyes? Can’t hide what you feel in them. Especially not from me.”

► Shorter or Taller ➔ “I’m fine with either personally, it just so happens that most tend to be taller than me so, there’s that.”

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ This time she did roll her eyes. “Intelligence, if I get bored with conversation then atrraction doesn’t happen.”

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “... Never had either so, can’t say.” She’s doing a lot of shrugging this time around.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ "...”

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “...“

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “... Once.”

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “No.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ "Why?”

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “I only have a couple so, yes.”

► Who is your best friend ➔ “A best friend? Um, honestly I’m not... sure, I mean, I’d rather it be a mutual agreement rather than me assuming.”

► Who knows everything about you ➔ “Me.”

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#The Elements Align (about Cass) #Causes and Effects (Cass ic) #Here Hold This (Dash Memes) #heck this was long...

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Such Beautiful Things: I

Yes, I know, I am just as shocked as you are. 

It’s a bit shorter than what I would have hoped, but just stop complaining and enjoy what I give you. 

Indirect mention of cancer, anxiety and depression.

July 4th, 2016 London, UK

“Harry, for fucks sake…”

At first glance, all you can make out through the harsh glare of the sun peeking through his curtains is the silhouette of a bare bottom a mere few inches from your face, and the faint but budding marks etched across the skin that match your very own fingertips. You first feel the bed shift, and the hustled patters of his feet scampering across the floor with no sense of direction.

“Hey, babe,” his voice is lazy and drawn out, a clear indication to you he’s not been up any longer than you. “Do you have any idea where you threw my pants last night?” You can see him from the corner of your eye, standing stark naked in the middle of his bedroom with a look of complete bewilderment and cowlick standing erect in the middle of his head. “Got quite the arm.”

“Why do you assume it was me?” There’s nothing more you want right now than for this stupid boy to forget his trousers and go back to bed. You’re quite aware of his schedule, and he has no plans till the afternoon where he’d be joining his sister and her friends for lunch, so there is no rhyme or reason why he needs to be up at the crack of dawn for whatever fucking reason he’s mustered up in his mind.

“Well, I wasn’t the one trying to take them off in a hurry.” You can literally hear the smirk in his voice. “Quite impressive, if I can say. Never seen you work that fast before—”

“Please, for the love of God…just shut up.”

So fucking peppy in the morning.

There’s a silence in return, and you hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d decided to spare you the extremely vigorous morning glory that he somehow manages to be without his coffee, and even you can barely hold a conversation with someone before noon.

“Babe?”

“It’s your fucking house, you ballsack—go to your closet and get a new fucking pair if you’re—”

“Babe, I think you’re lying on them.” There’s a gentle poke to your exposed shoulder, and then a second, and by the third you’re flinging the blanket dramatically off your body, and for the second time this morning, you open your eyes to see him standing in front of you, and his soft penis only some mere inches from your face.

“You know I love nothing more than having your flaccid dick in my face first thing in the morning.”

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me at half seven.”

The man before you, the same man whose balls you had in your mouth only some hours ago, lifts his hands beneath your waist, gently picking you up before snatching his underwear, and plopping you back down on the sheets. There have been worse ways he has woken you up from before the sun has fully graced the horizon, like a beastly snore in the ear or an obnoxious fart, so you know you’re better off with the cards you’ve been given today.

“It’s time to wake up, buttercup – seize the day, and all that.”

“If you say one more word, I am going to seize your face in my fucking pillow—”

It’s a low, breathless chuckle and a grumble of something along the lines of, “Moody li’le thing in the morning,” but you’re caught off guard when a lump of naked flesh falls dramatically down onto the bed, stirring you beneath the sheets. “Gonna wake up for me, love? Gonna stop being a grumpy gills and open your eyes?” He has this way about him, a perfect mixture of just the right amount of compassion and a complete and utter nuisance, that when stirred together just right, is all the fortitude you need to not up and leave him in his bed before his morningwood begins to dig into your thigh. Sometimes you can overlook his obnoxiously jovial early morning glee fest, and it makes days like this that much more tolerable.

“Just another hour, please.” He might be having a nice, joyous afternoon spent with his sister, but your agenda had been worked around specifically for the events that laid ahead.

Events that might have already gone over his head.

“Harry, seriously—”

“Don’t want’ya taking the train—don’t know why you even want to anyway—”

“It’s the only place where I can just sit and think, okay?” You can feel his breath – very much morning breath -  hit the back of your ear, and you can almost see the grimace aching behind his eyes, because despite the conversation the two of you shared the night before, you were quick to dodge his attention by a simple rummage around his bedside table for a condom.

You might’ve distracted him last night, but you have his full, devoted attention now.

“You gonna try and stop me, hm? Smuggle me into your gym bag and take me to lunch with Gem and her gal pals?”

“If I have to, yeah.” He’s lying, and you know it; he might be able to place his opinion on somethings, but he has no right to prevent you from your actions…but all he asked from you was to bring some form of protection. “How about you get your pretty, little bum dressed, and I will make us breakf—”

“Eggs on toast?”

You see the small crinkle grace his cheek, and just like that any trace of early morning irritation had all but begun to fade away.

“Eggs on toast…and some apple slices and OJ.”  You feel his hands fall under the covers and begin to gently pull away from your very much still warm and comforted body. At the most he could at least have brought you a t-shirt to slip into.

“But I don’t like football” And just like that, he got you back.

*

It’s amazing what a pair of sunglasses and a face clean of makeup can do.

It’s really not that often you find yourself out in the public eye without much as a curious glance your way, but today, you’re feeling hopeful. You sit in the corner of the train with an iced coffee in one hand, and a random book you snatched from Harry’s bookshelf in the other; you believe if the content doesn’t grab your attention, at least no one might pay you a nosy glimpse.

You listen in to conversations as they come go, and a part of you begins to envy a piece of every stranger who you’ve not given more than a subtle, quick glance to. Every person sharing this car with you have been unknowingly blessed with normalcy; they don’t have to hide themselves in public to avoid unwanted attention. You envy your past self for taking such times for granted, and you begin to panic that maybe your shit disguise is only bringing more attention to yourself.

“Why is she wearing sunglasses—we’re underground?”

“Could she have that book any closer to her face?”

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so close to her face if she didn’t have those sodding sunglasses on.”

A part of you rolls your eyes at your own remark. You signed up for this, dumbass.

You hear nothing of the sort, but it doesn’t stop that part of you being self-conscious and weary of the possible inquiries. Maybe you should have let Harry drive you—why do you always deny anytime he tries to do something nice and out of his way for you? You’re so selfish.

You think back on breakfast, and how he kissed your cheek before you left, sneaking in a granola bar into your purse in case you got hungry on your ride back, and you feel your heart swell.

“Text me when you get there, okay? You know I worry about yeh.”

Maybe you should stop giving him reasons to worry about you.

I could walk around with a bodyguard strapped to my chest and he would still worry about me.

Then maybe you should invest in that bodyguard for when you travel by yourself in a place where you could easily get spotted?—

SHUT UP.

You sit back, pulling out your headphones from your purse—of course they’re tangled—and you let the passersby quickly fade out into the mellow strumming’s of Landslide. Your mom loves this song, and you quickly swallow away a knot in your throat when you remind yourself that will soon be past tense.

*

“Fourth of July shirt?” Gemma inquires, smirking through the camera lens of her phone as her brother, with a tightly knit perplexity to his brows, glances down at his shirt.

“What do you me—” Oh.

“Feeling festive for your half-American girlfriend or summat?”

“Summat like that.” Harry admires the stars that adorn his top, and flicks his eyes back up to his sister with a glint in his eyes. What had actually happened, was the top he was supposed to wear today, you had snubbed from his closet the day before, so once you left for the train station earlier that morning, Harry had snatched the first thing he could find from his wardrobe before running out the door. “She said she’ll be back for drinks tonight. Went to see her mum for the afternoon.”

Gemma knows, but she doesn’t pry. A part of her understands all too well these days, so she just lightly nods her head and leans over to grab a slice of pizza.

“Well, she’s always welcome, obviously. I know mum misses her… You two should try and come out for the weekend if you can.”

“Maybe, yeah. Been filming a lot so it’s tough… And she’s doing a lot of festivals this summer. Leeds and Reading here soon.” He shrugs his shoulders with a small pout. “Maybe next weekend. We can take the train up in the morning—that’s if she will even go on a train again after today.”

“Was it bad?” There was an unexplainable tone to her voice that knows the answer well before her brother dares to even say it.

He hums. “Texted me she thought everyone was staring at her.”

“Well, wouldn’t surprise me any! Put that girl on a train and she’s surprised people were staring at her?”

“I asked her if she wanted me to drive up and get her, but she said it was okay—didn’t want to come in between our time today.”

“You know I wouldn’t mind—”

“That’s what I told her, but she persisted. Like she always does. Always persisting.” He takes a quick swig of his drink and runs a hand through his newly chopped hair. “She said she’d call if she changed her mind, but I doubt she will. Just said it to get off the phone.”

“Don’t take it to heart. It’s hard, you know?”

He shares a knowing glance with his sister and gives her a stern nod. Losing someone you loved was hard, but losing a parent surpassed that, and Harry and Gemma were closer everyday to understanding.

It was an hour later when Harry excused himself from the table, and made a quick dart for the door that Gemma caught a quick flash in her brothers eyes that made her stomach sink. For the duration of their lunch, she forced her smiles and faked her laughs, clinging tight to her phone until she felt the buzz that sunk her heart deeper in her chest.

It’s stage 4.

Harry returned some time later, carefully scooting back into his chair and, despite the ache in his gut, he smiled widely at his companions, but Gemma couldn’t look passed the daunting, pained expression forcing to sit and subside in her brother’s eyes. The same expression that screamed that he was in just as much pain as you were in right now.

“Think she is going to stay with her tonight – catch the train tomorrow morning.” He forced a smile in Gemma’s direction, and reached back out to grab his pint. “Might call it an early night for myself.”

*

When you were smaller, and a scrape to the knee sent you to the floor in tears, there was one woman, who with a single kiss, could take every last bit of pain away. Now, not a single thing in the world could make this better. The pain resonated deep, pulling and tugging at every nerve, and every scratch and stretch and swig only made that little bit of pain rush deeper and deeper until there were mornings every inch of your body pulsed and radiated with such anguish and torment, that not even the sun shining or the birds singing or the small of fresh brewed coffee could pull you from bed.

The pain was different now, but it all felt the same in your skin.

You try to remember every detail now, like how her eyes change colors with the seasons, and how she loves the smell of fresh mown grass, and how she can sit outside for hours on a sunny day with a book and a glass of iced tea, and all would be content in her world. You remember how it feels to hold her hand, and how she falls asleep beside you as you hum along to the Jewel discography playing over her stereo. You remember how she cries when she listens to you sing, her eyes welled up with so much love you feel it’s impossible to feel such a thing.

You remember how warm she feels, and the smell of her perfume, and how she kisses your cheek four times before finally letting go.

You remember how she reminds you to text her when you get back home, just like Harry does. You remember how she watches you walk down the driveway and out of sight from her place in the window, and with every step you take you pray to God that isn’t the last time you see her alive.

But you remember to tell her you love her, and you feel the knot in your throat stumble over your words, because God forbid this be the last time she ever hears you say it.

You pray to God that if you ever bear a child, they never have to succumb to such pain.

*

Later that day, after you stumbled back up the stairs of your shared home and found yourself crawling back into your sheets, it’s Harry who gently wakes you to share you the current events filtering through every news article.

You didn’t bother with your sunglasses, and that was your first mistake, but such subtle details like that didn’t fall through your mind as you go on your train home that morning. You sat in your corner, book in hand, but stared blankly at the pages as you reminded yourself, again and again, that your time was running up. There was this internal clock ticking, counting down to the day, and whenever that was, the world would stop, all would halt, and you would lose the very last person that you had.

You glance up at Harry, but he tilts his phone closer to your view, and that’s when you see it.

You aren’t surprised, but the shot still makes you sick.

There you are sat, hunched over in your seat, with the palms of your hands placed overtop your face as you weep heavy heaves into the sleeves of your jacket. The snapshot reminds you of the photo that went viral of the bride on the tube in the exact same position as you are, and you nearly stop yourself from laughing.

“It’s because I forgot my sunglasses,” you croak, barely reading over the text that the uploader added. “Did you really wake me up to show me this?”

He stares back down at the image, studying your stance, and without saying another word, locks his phone.

You keep quiet over the topic; it all exhausts you, and as much as Harry wants to protect you and hold your hand through this, he is quietly going through the exact same thing, and you don’t want to add gas to the fire.

But your silence is nothing but a headache to him.

He goes to stand back up, brushing a hand through his hair, and casually walks around to the other end of the bed where he plops himself down beside you, and sidles closer to scoot you nearer.

“Harry, I’m fine, you don’t ha—”

“Shh, will you? Just want to love on you some.” You could lie all you want, and he would let you, but he isn’t going to waste a second of his life ever believing it. “I made some lunch if you’re hungry. I’ll bring you up something if you want to chill here today. That’s okay.”

He placed a soft kiss behind your ear and nuzzled up to your neck, and it’s just like that you remind yourself to remember this love, because some heavy, disastrous storms were approaching, and this was the love that was going to stick with you until the rainbow comes.

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